Chapter 119 The Game of “Death”

The mage gradually regained consciousness and looked at the game board made of "death" in front of him.

"Your little plan was successful, Caledo, and the chess piece arrived where it should go, just as you expected."

The speaking "Death" sat opposite the dragon tamer and took off the ivory mask on his face. The originally dark figure began to become clear. A tall elf appeared in front of the dragon tamer, with nails and teeth. It is black, and its eyes seem to be filled with lakes of infinite darkness. The hand placed on the chessboard is flowing with bright red blood. It is wearing a robe made of spider silk. The black is glowing with purple light. On the robe, the elves are woven with silver threads. Recognize all the symbols.

The dragon tamer looked at the game. It looked like chess, but in a wider and more complex place as a chessboard. Each square had a deeper meaning. A stone with a fire dragon emblem had already From the corners of the chessboard to the center.

Two chess pieces that the dragon tamer is very familiar with are about to land in this chess game. Malekith is no longer the thin, alert but energetic little boy in the dragon tamer's memory, but has become a man exuding the ancient spirit. The Witch King with the aura of magic and fear.

Morath, the woman who broke the alliance between Caledor and Aenarion, is still as young and beautiful as memory, and the passage of time has left no trace on her body.

"It's your turn, Kane." The dragon tamer's hoarse voice came from the body.

Kane, who was tall and handsome, lifted a chess piece symbolizing the witch spirit with his bloody palm and landed it in the center of the chess game.

"Of course, this chess game has a time limit." After finishing speaking, Bloodhand Kane turned over the hourglass placed on the table, while the dragon tamer was thinking about the next move.

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Beside the gurgling stream, Imric was on alert, paying attention to the surrounding situation, and reminded him without looking back, "Hurry up, we don't have much time to waste on boring personal hygiene."

After walking out of the cave, Alarielle asked if she could clean the blood on her body first, not only to avoid Druzi's tracking, but also because she was not comfortable with this state.

At that time, Imrik felt that this woman really had a lot on her hands, so why couldn't she burn all the bloody clothes and use her own cloak as clothes? You were simply guarding against gentlemen, not villains.

Following Imric's urging, Alarielle sped up her movements. Although the dress she was wearing was in tatters, it was still wearable, and the enchanted cloak given by Imric could ensure comfort.

As the water droplets on her hair continued to fall to the ground, the Eternal Queen finally regained some of her former glory. Compared with the divinely radiant woman Imric had seen before, she now looked even more beautiful. Real and full of the vitality that Avalonians should have.

The long hair that has not been wrung out exudes a unique fragrance. The clothes stick to the body due to the washing. Although the cloak covers most of it, you can still vaguely see the fair skin. The calves that cannot be covered are as straight as white ivory. , the little feet wearing elf sandals are even more exquisite.

"Dry your hair. If there's still water dripping down, I wouldn't mind fixing your hair that's in the way."

Let Alarelle dry her hair with a cape. The cape has a drying effect and will not be affected by water droplets.

As Alarielle knelt down and gradually dried her hair, Imrik pulled out the dragonfire sword from its scabbard from his waist, intending to hand it to her, "You should know how to do swordsmanship, right?"

"Some knowledge, but not good at it." Alarielle took over this legendary weapon. This long sword forged from dragon fire may not be as famous as the Star Lance, but it still gained great fame on the battlefield and was the conqueror of the year. One of the accompanying swords, this sword has related records in the court of Avalon.

He nodded and motioned for Alarielle to follow him. This trip would take quite a while to reach the destination. It was a good thing for her to have some ability to protect herself. The spear in her hand was enough.

Walking on a hidden path, Imrik was leading the way with the Gun of Valor. This thing was really good at cutting grass. As for Alarielle following behind to prevent herself from destroying the forest environment and other nonsense, the Dragon Prince had no idea. I didn't care. If it weren't for the instructions of the ancestor dragon tamer and my greed for your political influence, I wouldn't have come to save you.

As he continued to move towards the west of Avalon, Imric vaguely heard some footsteps, which seemed to be getting closer. He turned around and put his hand on Alarielle's shoulders, pressed her under him, and made her silent. gesture.

I poked my head out a little, and found that a twenty-man Druzi team was approaching. They were all women. Their bodies were covered with complex and evil runes. Their red lips were extremely bright, and they seemed to be painted with blood. Their hair was mostly They are all red or purple, long and messy, and most of them have Avalon heads or bottles hanging on their waists, and there are two short barbed blades tied to their thighs.

It should be the witch spirits who are following, why are there only these few people?

After pondering for a while, it was a question whether to fight or not. I didn’t have to worry about these crispy skins. They could kill them all in a while, but Alarelle, who was suppressed by her, definitely couldn’t fight against these people. She lowered her voice and said, “Yes. A group of Druchi people, you wait here, don’t let them find out.”

Although she didn't want to be regarded as a drag, the Eternal Queen still agreed softly, "Yeah."

The Witch Spirits are observing the surrounding movements. They do not belong to Dorian's Northern First Army, but are here as reinforcements to break through Avalon.

During yesterday's hunting feast, they received Kane's grace. Just when they wanted to slaughter the captives and sacrifice them to Kane, Dorian forcibly stopped them.

Facing the first legion headed by the Black Guards of Naggarond and the Cold Lizard Knights, the wizards had no choice but to go out of the city to hunt those who escaped from Avalon. They had already gained many victims along the way, but there was still a long way to go. Far from satisfying Kane's ever-hungry desires.

"I feel something moving on the left." The leader of the wizard moved his pointed ears, pulled out the short blade from his waist, showed a sexy smile, and then said to himself to the left, "Come on, cute Little kitten, your sacrifice will allow our Lord to bestow more gifts."

When the people next to him heard this, they also drew their double blades and planned to search the forest on the left. It was not enough. The sacrifice to Kane was not enough. Druchi could only prove himself by killing. The weak are not worthy of living in that cold and cruel environment.

With crazy screams, they rushed into the forest, but just as they were about to enter, a very fast figure rushed in front of them, and the target was clearly the leader of the witch spirit.

Imrik had some difficulty adapting to stealth, and the twisting and turning was indeed unbearable. When the dragon lord would do such a thing, it would be an embarrassment to the dragon tamer family.

After seeing that the wizard spirit had noticed his movement, he did not hesitate. He picked up the spear of heroism and started to attack. He jumped out using the ground as a fulcrum, and used his inhuman physical strength and assault to pierce the spear into a wizard. in the spiritual body.

The sharp gun blade cut open this alluring body like butter. Imrik spun around in a painful whirlwind, killing several nearby witch spirits.

The witch spirits knew that this man must be a formidable enemy and killed several people in the blink of an eye. Then they picked up the Kane potion hanging on their waists and drank it. The blood vessels in their bodies soon began to become congested, and tangled knots appeared on the body. It looks extremely ferocious against the backdrop of Kane's runes.

The two blades in both hands attacked Imrik like a whirlwind. This was the case from all sides of the Dragon Prince. Once these poisonous blades stabbed the body, the injured person could only die as his internal organs gradually rotted away.

Imric held the end of the Spear of Valor with his left hand and activated the flame element in it. After the tip of the spear began to spray flames, he turned in another circle. He only needed to cover the sight of these people to resolve the siege.

Under Imric's control, the flames shot at the Witch Spirit in groups. Although it did not cause any actual damage, the face that was attacked was covered from sight, and most of the long purple-red hair was burned off.

But the actual situation was somewhat beyond Imric's expectation. Under the influence of Kane's potion, these female lunatics no longer knew what pain was. Even if their faces were burned and their hair was smoking, they still couldn't wait to put their hands on their hands. The blade pierced into his own body.

While admiring these lunatics, they grasped their spears and launched an attack. These crazy women who believed in Kane needed to know the price of overestimating their abilities, and they actually dared to go wild on the dragon lord's head.

Abandoning those fancy tricks, Imrik turned on the unparalleled flurry mode. Every swing of the spear would take away a life, and every move would bring these madmen to the master they believed in faster.

In the eyes of the last wizard who was already somewhat awake, the Dragon Prince grabbed the poisonous short blade and kicked her away.

Imric casually scattered the dragon-shaped scales on his arms, and walked slowly towards the fallen wizard.

He had retained some strength when he kicked her, otherwise this Druzi who dared to resist the dragon lord's blow with his body would have died in mid-air.

When he walked in front of him, he found that the force seemed to be the same regardless of whether he had restrained it or not. He had kicked a big hole in his stomach, and those organs that were extremely beautiful in the eyes of those who believed in Kane were exposed, and many of them had fallen to the ground.

Although he really wanted to get some information from her, looking at her crazy appearance due to pain, Imric thought it was better to give her some relief.

Solarian picked up the heroic spear again and gave the wizard the death he so desperately desired.